When I’m all alone
in the nursing home
awaiting my last fate
I’ll remember this day
three asleep on lakeshore beach
warmed by soft-air breezes
grandson towel-wrapped
napping on his Mémé’s lap
Pep dozing beside
a Michelangelo tondo
da Vinci family portrait
of nestled, modeled bodies
cosseted for just a moment
in absolute, purest love
a miracle of humanness.
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